Oh jeez. Oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez. In less than twenty-three hours, I'm going onstage at Kilby with just my guitar and Elan's percussion, and I am fuhreaking out. There's so many preparations to be made. Today, I cut my bangs. I didn't want them to get in the way.
But there's so much else to be done. I keep worrying that I'm going to forget something, or that it only sounds as awesome as I think it does because I've gotten used to it. I know it's normal to feel so nervous. Regardless, I'm sweating copper jackets.I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. I'll probably tune my guitar again and again, checking and double checking. I'll try out a thousand different shirts to go beneath my new cardigan, which I still need to customize (unicorn patch) and what not.
At three o' clock, I'm going to the plane'arium with my friends to see EXTREEEEME planets. It's a star show I've wanted to see since Spring Break. Maybe that'll calm my nerves a little bit. Or maybe I'll feel mediocre and inconspicuous compared to the grand scheme of things. Compared to a planet thirteen times the size of Earth and three times as dense. Whatever happens will happen, I suppose.
Hands in the air, here comes the jump.
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